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I turned off the blaring sirens that helped me get to the house at the nick of time. I used to take a deep breath before getting off the car in my full police uniform, preparing myself for the possible sights of blood. However, after a few years of wearing this badge, I now know how to disconnect myself psychologically from whatever crimes I might encounter for me to have a goodnight’s sleep. I made my way into the scene, accompanied by a few of my colleagues. Patrick’s body lay lifeless on the ground with his head on a pool of blood. I sighted Mary seated on a seat in a sorrowful confusing mood while crying incoherently. I could figure that something was wrong with the way she handled her emotion. I saw the forensics and the photographing officers walk into the crime scene.
The crime scene seemed very normal and calm as if nothing had happened. I observed the rooms, they looked neat and tidy, and nothing had happened here. I can infer that the murder was adequately arranged. I heard the forensics officer matter something about the murder suspect using a heavy blunt object because Patrick’s head was split into small pieces. I encouraged the photographer to capture every snap from the scene, as every tiny detail remained important in such a neat and tidy crime scene. I could feel the frustration engulfing the house as no one found something substantial. I saw two officers carry Patrick’s body away after the forensic officer completed his work.
As I carried on with the investigations, I occasionally spoke to Mary, who remained in a sorrowful state. I wondered what could have hit Patrick. I speculated that the murder weapon would probably be a substantial piece of metal, referring to the doctor’s earlier observations. As a result, I viewed this to be a simple case to solve, “Get the weapon, and you’ve gotten the man.” Later, one of the detectives inquired about possible weapons present in the house. I heard Mary reply to the tired detective by suggesting that the detective should search in the garage.
After almost three hours of search, the three remaining officers and I had had no success in finding the weapon. I felt frustrated as time moved fast. Mary asked me for a drink, which I complied with by pouring her a glass of whiskey. Mary further insisted that I, too, have a glass of whiskey, which I also obliged to after some hesitation due to the set rules. Within some time, the rest of my colleagues got persuaded to have a drink, which despite them being uncomfortable with it, agree and console Mary while they enjoyed their drinks.
I vividly remember noticing that the limb was still in the oven, which I offered to turn it down for her. Then, Mary asked us of a small favor, which involved us eating the limb as a reward of being Patrick’s friends and for helping her to catch the killer. Mary remained in the room, in the seat, listening to us, as we ate the lamb and talked about the murder weapon
. On hearing our statements, I saw Mary giggle in the other room.
References
Dahls, R. LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER.